Could it be that he glanced at the fruit knife stuck on the table and wondered if the hospital would let them pay for the table
"Have a seizure." Mo Fei said calmly and watched Mrs. Ding sit down next to him.
"Mom made chicken soup for you."
"Mom, I don't want to-" Mo Fei wanted to say something, but looking at Mrs. Ding's disappointed face, she helplessly reached out and took it.
"By the way, Feifei, your eldest brother has decided to return to the company." Mrs. Ding said tentatively.
Could it be that I don't like this feeling very much, so I don't know how to say, "Okay, I'm not that kind of person anyway, and I don't like sitting in the office all day long."
"But your shares won't be moved. Your father is mainly afraid of you -" Mrs. Ding said eagerly to explain. After all, the previous president was Mo Fei, but now she wants to take her position back. This way matter.
Could it be that after finishing the greasy chicken soup and putting down the rice bowl, she would not want to return to such a cautious home.
So this is probably the reason why her father is embarrassed to look at her directly every time.
"I know it's best for my brother to go back." Mo Fei said with annoyance: "I'm sleepy, let's go to bed first."
Mrs. Ding sighed slightly, and finally pulled the quilt for her. She waited until Mo fell asleep before getting up and leaving.
After Mrs. Ding went out, Qian Yikun happened to bring water for Mo Fei and said, "Auntie."
"Yikun," Mrs. Ding said with a slight embarrassment, "I'd like you to take care of Feifei these days."
"Yes. Auntie, are you going back now?" Qian Yikun took a look inside and vaguely felt that something was not right.
"Well, Fei Fei is sleeping, so I'll go back first." Mrs. Ding said, and after thinking about it, she finally said: "Junqi said before that she wanted to return to the company, and her father happened to think that Fei Fei might not be suitable. At the mall, I felt that she didn’t like the company’s affairs, so she agreed to Junqi’s request. Feifei doesn’t like to talk to us. If she has any ideas, you—”
"If Auntie thinks so, I think that's what makes her sad the most. Since it's uncle who's worried that Mofei will make her unhappy, you can tell her clearly that if you do this, at least I will feel that your whole family will feel that Mofei is unhappy. I want to be the president because of money." Qian Yikun's voice was a little low.
"We didn't mean that, it really was—"
"Auntie, if you really feel sorry, what you have to do is give her the love she lacks, instead of this cautious suspicion." Qian Yikun said in a deep voice, reaching out and handing over the kettle in his hand. "I still have some things to do at the police station. Could you please take care of it, Auntie?"
Mrs. Ding subconsciously took the kettle and watched Qian Yikun turn and leave.
[If you really feel sorry, what you have to do is give her the love she lacks, instead of this cautious suspicion.]
Mrs. Ding's chest seemed to be pinched hard, and she felt pain due to suffocation.
Could it be that after coming back, they are always cautious, because they are cautious, they always try to think of the worst aspect, and then make things as good as possible.
But although Qian Yikun's words didn't sound good, they seemed to open up something she had never thought about.
Therefore, Mrs. Ding, who originally planned to leave, turned back to the ward.
This is her own daughter. Why should she be so cautious and suspicious all the time